I was just 12 years old living in the suburbs with my family.
The day the riot started my family took a rare trip to a friend's lake cottage.
As we didn't get to the lake very often it was a special treat for me and my sisters.
When we returned home that evening my father turned on the tv and heard about the riots.
At 12 years old I really didn't understand what it was all about but certainly understood the destruction.
What I remember most about the riot is the following weekend as my family was traveling north on I-75 for our annual vacation in the upper peninsula, seeing national guard troops heading north back to camp Grayling. For me that brought the reality of what had been happening
